“What makes you think that I won’t tell Jesus to sniff you out of whichever hole you’re hiding and put a bullet through your heart?” I hissed at him. The words that were pouring out of my mouth didn’t surprise me anymore. He had fed me to the dogs. My father. I owed him nothing anymore.
“Valentina…you have to believe me. The only way I could save your life was by trading you to them willingly. That was the only way we could both keep our heads,” Papi cried on the other end, and I blinked.
To hear my father pleading, to hear his voice so shrill and defenseless was a shock to me. I never thought Papi capable of stooping this low, but then I hadn’t thought him capable of a lot of things.
“Valentina?” he urged me, and I took in a deep breath.
“You should know, Papi, that I will never trust you ever again.”
“I’m sorry, my daughter. I know I deserve that. But believe me…” he started saying, and I cut him off.
“Yes, I’ve heard it already. You were trying to keep me alive!” I snapped, and he shut up. He was whimpering openly now, and all sense of pride had left him.
“What can I do, Valentina? What can I do to make you believe me?” he cried, and my eyes flickered as I stared at King. He looked satisfied too like he approved of everything I was telling him.
“You will spend the rest of your life working towards the welfare of the children. You will get a job, an actual volunteering job with the social services. I don’t care how you do it, but you will, and I will make sure that one of Jesus’ friends monitors your work. Until the day you die,” I said, and I could hear the sound of relief in Papi's voice as he agreed with everything I was saying.
“To begin with, you will work towards rehabilitating all the kids that Jesus and his MC rescued,” I added, and Papi agreed.
“Thank you, Valentina…I promise that I won’t disappoint you,” he was blubbering his thanks, and I interrupted him again.
“Oh, and by the way, Jesus Moreno took my virginity, right under your nose, ten years ago. And I’m going to have sex with him right now,” I said, and I cut the call and threw the phone away from me on the bed.
King was smiling, and I smiled back at him.
It didn’t take him more than a second to close the distance between us. He lunged at me, and he had pinned me down on the bed with his body, kissing my lips and chin and leaving a wet trail down while unbuttoning his shirt that I was wearing.
My breasts popped out, and he quickly latched his mouth on to my left nipple, sucking and pulling and flicking it with his tongue. The wetness spread quickly between my legs, and I arched my back to meet our bodies together. His cock was already erect, tenting his jeans and I stroked myself against him.
The fact that I wasn’t wearing any underwear helped.
Jesus slid his long forefinger straight into my folds, wiping up the juices that had already begun to flow. I moaned and groaned as he kept sucking on my nipples, and I reached to slide off his clothes.
King moved so that he was lying over me now. The shirt had come undone and was lying on my sides. He cupped my free breast and squeezed, and I arched my back again with a moan.
“King…” I breathed his name as I ran my fingers through his long hair. He pulled away from my breast and looked up at me, and I saw the twinkle in his eye.
“You think your father is breaking some glasses because now he knows I’m fucking you?” he asked, and I found myself falling in love all over again with his lopsided handsome smile.
“Fuck me then!” I demanded, and King grabbed me by my waist and hauled me up.
I was on my knees, and so was he. We were kissing again, our tongues sliding against each other’s as his hands wreaked havoc on my body, feeling every inch of my skin till I was burning up.
My hands worked at getting his clothes off, and when I did, I had my fingers sliding over his chiseled abs. So, fucking sexy! Our kiss grew wilder, till our cores rubbed against each other. His cock was hanging erect between his legs now, and he used it to rub my clit.
“Beg me again, Valentina,” he said, pulling his mouth away from my lips and I smiled as I said it.
“Please fuck me, King. Fuck me hard,” I said, and there was a sizzle in my voice, and he had heard it.
He slid himself off the bed and knocking my knees over, and he made me fall back. He wasted no time this time, no foreplay. I wanted to be fucked hard, and he was going to give me exactly that.
Gripping my thighs tightly, he parted my legs. With one swipe of my pussy with his fingers, he tested me for wetness and grunted when he was pleased with what he found.
I kept my eyes open, watching every move he made when he thrust himself into me. He had wedged himself between my legs, holding my thighs apart, he pushed his cock into me. Over and over again while playing with my clit to make me come. I moaned loudly, thrilling at the reverberating pleasure he sent through me body with shocks.
With every thrust, I came closer to the edge. Just about toppling over, just about managing to pull me back. King grunted with every shove, making sure that his cock reached deep inside me till he slid it out again.
I thought I was about to come, but instead, he pulled himself out of me and flipped me over. I was on my knees now; my breasts swung below me. This time too, he didn’t waste a breath. He pushed his cock deep into my pussy from behind, and a moan escaped my lips.
“Do you like it like this?” he growled as he clutched my hips, driving into me with full force. I moaned a response, unable to form complete sentences anymore. His cock was pushing past my folds, reaching that point of no return…it was too much.
I blinked at the wall behind the bed, trying to focus on something so that I could stop myself from coming, but it was too difficult to hold back. I could feel King’s balls thudding against my ass, the sound of his grunts as he fucked me hard.
“I’m going to…” was all I managed to say and he knew what I meant.
He reached for my hair, pulling it back tightly so that he got a better grip on my body. He quickened his thrusts, pounding into me with full force and I came. My orgasm was painfully amazing. I was almost blinded by it; I thought I could see stars dancing around in front of my eyes.
I bunched up the bed covers in both fists as I came and howled and then I felt King’s growls growing deeper. He was coming too, spilling himself deep inside me as he did. He slapped my ass as he came, riding me from behind like a wild animal which he had under his control.
I was out of breath and panting when my orgasm finally subsided, and King pulled himself out of me with a groan.
We both collapsed on the bed beside each other. We were staring up at the ceiling, trying to tame our breathing.
“We should probably start using protection,” I whispered, common sense returning to me now. King moved, turning himself on his side so that he could look down at my exhausted body.
Gently, he grazed my pebbled sensitive nipples with his fingers and smiled.
“It’s a little late for that, isn’t it?” he said, and I felt the color rise in my cheeks. He leaned over to kiss my lips, and I kissed him back warmly. I wasn’t sure what he had meant by that, and I was too afraid to ask him.
When he pulled away from me, we were staring into each other’s eyes.
“I love you, Valentina Luis,” he said, and I bit down on my lip. I had never heard him say those words before. Not even ten years ago, when we were so happy with each other, so happy that we had found each other. Now, when I watched him admiring my naked body, I knew that he knew. We both knew that there could be nobody else for us. We were going to be tied to each other forever.
“And I’m going to make sure that you’re never afraid to leave the house. I’ll arrange for twenty-four-hour protection if I have to,” he said and gently stroked my belly, his fingers lingering near my pussy again.
Even though I had just come, I wanted his body again, and I grabbed his hand, pulling it towards my throbbing wet pussy. King smile
d, leaned over to kiss me again and forcefully pulled his hand away. Before I knew what he was doing, he had jumped out of bed and was pulling me into his arms.
I squealed with delight as he threw me over his shoulder. We were both naked, both spent from our love making, and now he was carrying me across the bedroom and outside.
“Where are you taking me? Put me down you bear!” I squealed and playfully thudded my fists on his back. King laughed, lifting me up and throwing me in the air like I was as light as a toddler.
“You need to get some food in your system before I touch that pussy again. Believe me, it’s going to be difficult for me just to sit and watch you eat, but we need to keep your energy up for tonight,” he said, and he plonked me down on his couch.
I was laughing too, as I watched him return to the kitchen counter to bring me the tray of food he had already prepared.
It was amazing that a man could rescue me from my captors, shoot Juan Castillo and cook me a heartwarming meal all on the same day! Not to forget the sex…now, that was what he was a champion at.
Epilogue
1 Year Later
King
“Good job today, Commando and King,” Elwood said as the two of us were walking towards the door. Church had just ended, and both Commando and I had women to go home to.
We nodded at Elwood. Our battle with the Black Skulls wasn’t over yet, and every once in a while, my brothers and I had to go over and make sure that they were in place.
“King!” I heard Jewel’s voice, and I turned to her. “Tell your wife that Ricky, one of the boys she was working with, has found a permanent home,” Jewel said, and I nodded my head. That would make Valentina’s day, I knew. She was always worried about the progress of rehabilitation of the kids that she and her father were working towards every day.
Commando and I parted ways once we got on our bikes, and I could tell from the look on his face, that he too couldn’t wait to go back home and be in the arms of his woman.
I rode faster than I usually did because I couldn’t wait to give Valentina the good news.
When I walked into our new home, a double storied red townhouse we had recently purchased, I could hear Valentina’s cooing voice in the living room.
“Babe!” I shouted, peeling off my leather jacket and hanging it on the coat hanger that she had recently purchased. I was still forcing myself to get accustomed to this weirdly normal life that we had built for ourselves. I hadn’t exactly grown up with coat hangers or leather sofas or the smell of a roast dinner wafting through the house. Now, every time I came home, I was shockingly reminded of how amazing life was.
“In here!” Valentina called out, and I found her in the living room, dangling a plastic mobile over the crib of our son.
Joseph was only two months old now and a handful. Every morning when I left the house to go work with my brothers, I left a little piece of me behind with Valentina and our son.
Now, she was standing over his cot, in a pair of old frayed jeans that were rolled up at her ankles and a pink t-shirt that had drool stains all over. She had recently cut her hair short, right up to her shoulders because Joseph had a habit of tangling his little fingers in them.
Even though Valentina’s hands were always full these days, with the care of our son, her eyes were bright, and the smile on her face was wide and content. We walked towards each other in a rush, our forehead knocking together when we kissed.
I slipped my hand in under her t-shirt, to stroke the soft skin on her hip.
“You look beautiful today, baby,” I said and kissed her flushed cheeks. She knew I meant it. I couldn’t take my eyes off her when she was in the room, and when she wasn’t, all I did was think about her.
“Your son has been a good boy all day,” she said when I let go of her and walked towards Joseph’s cot.
I reached for his face and stroked his cheek with the back of my hand. He giggled furiously and tried to clap his tiny hands. Valentina and I laughed, like the proud parents that we were.
I still couldn’t believe that I was capable of this kind of love. The fierce protective all-consuming love that I felt for Joseph and I would never be able to thank Valentina enough for giving me this gift. He had her eyes and her hair, and when he smiled, he smiled like her…even though Valentina insisted that he looked exactly like me.
“Your mom called, she said that she’s cooking Sunday dinner for us and we should be there by six. She’s bought more gifts for Joseph!” I heard her say and I turned to find her standing with her hands on her hips. One thing I was sure of, was that Joseph was lucky to have a mom like her. She was going to raise my kid right.
“And Jewel asked me to tell you that Ricky’s found a permanent home,” I said, walking back to her so that I could take her in my arms again. She was as delighted as I predicted she would be.
“That’s wonderful!” she said, swaying in my arms happily.
After we had kissed again, I rubbed my belly. She laughed, knowing that it meant I wanted to be fed. She hugged me tightly and led me towards the kitchen by my hand. At the door, she stopped and turned to me.
“King, are you staying safe?” she asked, which was a question that struck me straight out of the blue. I knew she worried about me. She didn’t want Joseph to grow up leading the kind of life she did as a kid. Romero had not set a good example as a father for her.
I weaved my fingers into her hair and held her tightly to myself. I needed her to look into my eyes so that she knew I meant every word I was about to say.
“I am safe, and you are safe, and Joseph is safe. Nothing can ever touch us anymore,” I said, and she nodded her head. The look of worry that had glazed over her eyes a second ago had vanished again.
She slipped out of my arms to set the dining table for us, and I watched her work. She was chattering away, telling me details about every little thing that Joseph had done and I smiled as I followed her every movement with my eyes.
I wanted to remember this moment just the way it was, and remember the feeling of happiness that both of us were feeling. Nothing in the world could change that. Nothing could take away this feeling of wanting to keep my family safe. Now I had more to lose, but I had so much more to fight for.
Cuff Me
A MFMM Romance
By Nicole Elliot
Chapter One: Rose
I wondered what it would be like if I had more friends. I think I would just be a lot more annoyed.
Morning was peaceful; it was my favorite part of my day, going out walking my dog, Parker. He was a beautiful black Lab that pretty much walked me.
“C’mon buddy, let’s go!” I sounded way too excited to just be walking my dog. But like I said, it was the highlight of my day.
I worked very odd hours as an ER nurse, so I never got out much. I also worked the night shift and grave yard shift. I saw all the crazy stuff, and the weird too. It was true that the ER had its own seasons of the weirdest things one could see. I had been a nurse officially for five years and nothing was ever the same. Except my home life, which included frozen dinners and Parker. I had come home around five and took a power nap before getting some cleaning done, as I did every Tuesday.
I was wiping my bathroom mirror down when I almost didn’t even recognize myself. My green eyes were dull, but they had been since my senior year of college. I had permanent under-eye creases that I always managed to hide with the right foundation, but with everything off, I saw how much worse they were getting. Still, I was pretty, I guessed. I was not an overly confident person, but when pretty much every man that came into the ER hit on me—the young, the old, the hot and the not so hot—you start to think these things.
I rarely got to exercise, but running around the hospital all night was a workout, so I always had heavy hips but a slender body. I just tried to be as healthy as I could, and get my seven hours of sleep every night, or day technically, since that was how my schedule was.
I tied my dark and unruly curly h
air up in a bun and finished cleaning.
It was around nine when I latched on his green leash and took the back stairway out of my apartment complex. I always stopped at little local coffee shop for a chai tea, too. There was an outdoor window, which worked for me since I had Parker.
“Hey, Rose.”
Yeah, the cashier knew my name. There was nothing wrong with having a routine and sticking to it.
“Hey Sam, the usual.” Sam was a sweet college student, and she always had a smile waiting for me.
“Coming right up!”
She had papers tucked under the register, and there was no one behind me so I asked her about it. “Are you studying?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she huffed, “I have a biology exam tomorrow.” She rolled her eyes.
“Yikes, I hated science. Good luck,” I said with a sad smile.
“Aren’t you a nurse?” She giggled.
“Yeah. But I like the practical part of my job. I never liked the exams it took to get here. What do you want to do?” I asked. There were still no customers coming in line.
“Pediatrics. I just took my MCAT, so who knows how that went.” She laughed nervously.
“Oh, well I’m sure you did great. If you need any shadowing or volunteer work, I have good contacts in the hospital.”
“Really? Thank you, that would be great.”
I stepped to the side to wait for my drink. Parker was very well behaved; he sat on his hind legs and barely blinked. My dad helped me train him…my throat closed at the memory and I pushed it aside.
My chai tea was ready, so I set off with one last wave to Sam, and headed for my usual trail. All part of the routine, I thought.
Chapter Two: Rose
I was at my favorite part of the trail. Where the road ended and curved off into a slight bend into the back side of a park. It was always quiet, peaceful, and beautiful. The trees bent over a certain part of the path like a canopy, and the leaves were changing with the fall season. Usually, nothing in New York was that pretty. But, I lucked out with where I chose to live, and it was a twenty-minute walk or a ten-minute run from that neighborhood park. This time I decided to walk, and was only in jeans and a tee shirt.
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